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Characters: Open to all Norse and Norse NPCs
Date/Time: March 25, 2013
Location: National Forest Lodge, Minnesota
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Probably grumpiness and language and Kung-Fu fighting.
Summary: The gauntlet is thrown down.

Somehow, some way, they managed to gather in Minneapolis. The venture just a bit further north placed them at the epicenter of their power, where the very things that made them who they are as deities lay dormant, waiting to be gathered.

They have the key; the question now is whether they have the force for whatever awaits them. Gaia was anything but subtle, and there was little doubt that they were in for the time of their lives... so to speak.

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"You did what you needed to do," Sif assured her, "We could never have won without your help. It's over now, and Baldr's right. It's best if we get out of here."

He held her close and let her cry, resting his hand at the back of her head, much as one comforting a child might. "Gaia forced you to do something that is not in your being to do, Hel." Sean softly whispered at her ear. "But you did protect us. If Gaia forced you into this, you made it so the ravens did not suffer. She can take no pleasure in that."

Sean pulled back a bit and held her face in his hands; his light gaze meeting hers. He hated seeing her this way. "Please do not punish yourself for this. No one is to blame but Gaia."